LOVE THE HEN. 



There's lots of folks that love a horse 



About as well as they know how. 

 We ain't all built alike of course ; 



There's them that do just love a cow 

 Above their wives. Some folks will sleep 



When cows or horses have the talk ; 

 But start a word edgeways on sheep, 



And see the way their tongues will walk. 

 And some folks sit up half the night 



To sing the virtues of the hog ; 

 And I know folks uncommon bright 



Who rub their love thick on a dog. 

 I have, as now I must rejoice, 



No quarrel with my fellow-men 

 But of all animals my choice 



Forever is the laying hen. 

 She ain't so big or yet so stout 



As hog, or horse, or sheep, or cow, 

 And yet she knows what she's about. 



She pays her bill that suits me, now. 

 So let them brag up all their stock 



And satisfy themselves ; but, then. 

 Mv mind is made up like a rock 



You can 't fool me, I love the hen ! 



